Wails A Rasta Man

Mon, 05/02/2022 - 06:24 -- RasMoon

I n I weep ....weep for my people.
Brutalised to leave the mother land braving mountains so steep.
Oceans so deep.

I weep for children and babes lost.
On these journeys to South , North , East and West
They souls and spirits dammed to become Ghosts.

The mother I weep for , Weeps herself too
The wicked rape and steal from her
causing sufferage in this day and age.

So the fault is not Hers ...Its not even the ghosts
It just might be the leaders that haunt
Haa thats why other continents taunt
Thats food for thought.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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